Kenneth smiled. In spite of his worries about their lies, everything was better than where they’d been twenty-four hours earlier.
* * * *
Though it rattled less, the wind still whistled outside the cabin walls, no respite from the storm even with Kenneth’s prediction. Amy stared blindly up at the ceiling, wondering why she couldn’t fall asleep. She was certainly tired enough. She’d hardly slept the night before, and the day had been long and hard with their unexpected guests. It wasn’t that she was unused to Woody sharing her bed, either. He often did when he was feeling unwell, or had a nightmare, or simply when Amy craved a little company.